Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.